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FROM THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY.
How without dying to flee thee, O life? for thine are a thousandIlls, and those most hard either to shun or to bear.
Pleasant is all which to nature thou owest, the land and the ocean,
Pleasant the stars and sun and the fair cirque of the moon.
All things else are sorrows and fears; and if any good thing
Fall to a man, then a sure penalty waits him anon.
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